Tomorrow is the midterm, which is the last grammar exam. Monday we start prose and poetry reading. Today was the last quiz. The last day for daily disappointment. My ego is the size of a dried pea. At least in this form it can last a while in the pantry, and maybe some day I can reconstitute it and make a soup out of it.
Yesterday I decided to count how far up the last two tough hill blocks of my walk are. Each block is 6 stories. So 12 stories over 2 blocks. In that context, I don’t feel so bad that I still get somewhat winded, even after 5.5 weeks.